Standing in the closet,
Feeling enthusiasm from all the colorful clothes around.
Sitting in an airplane and being up in Heaven to hometown.
To feel fleeting, to know bliss, to be up and down.
Bounded on a hospice bed.
With every visitor, it is the last time to say “Bye,”
Looking at the loved ones for the last time,
Feeling like in Heaven seeing their faces right now.






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